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Remy LeBeau (Gambit) ([personal profile] kineticcajun) wrote2020-08-03 08:36 pm
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fleurdesel: right, smirk, serious, sarcastic (A look to the rear.)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-22 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
He worked himself free...I would have to guess a day ago. Or possibly earlier.

[She snorts and props herself up on an elbow. Feigning normalcy. Well, as normal as she could be with a tribble underfoot and a comic character to her right.]

Or fuchsia body armor under a leather duster.
fleurdesel: right, confused, sarcastic (This is my innocent face)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-23 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
...All you have at the moment are the clothes you are wearing, one tie dye t-shirt, and one pair of socks.

The rest and your coat are...well. [She lifts a foot and lets it fall back down onto Oliver, the bloated tribble giving a half hearted burp.]

I am sorry Rems.
fleurdesel: right, serious, sad, angry (Thoughtful)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-26 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
When you find out, let me know.

[She reaches over to the coffee table and pours Remy a finger of whiskey with one hand. She'd been sipping it on and off most of the evening.]
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, flirty (Think but don't talk)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-31 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[To the question, she shrugs. Pours them both another finger of whiskey and nurses hers rather than shooting it. Sleep hasn't come easy, if at all, and the entire time she's been in Gabmit's apartment she's had the off and on flickers of visions. Always bloody, always Rems. It was starting to annoy her.]

The usual. Clinic shifts. Performances at Cloud Nine. Keeping an eye on Lupin. Trying to sleep.
fleurdesel: right, serious, confused (You have my attention)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-05 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
...

[That glowing. That, she knew couldn't be right. There was no reason for him to charge a glass. Adele props herself up on one elbow to offer Remy a pointed look. It matched Remy's own skeptical expression for the most part, even if hers was infinitely more tired.]

Two, perhaps three days.
fleurdesel: left, irritated, tired, confused (Irritated)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-09 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
I've been taking naps in the afternoon for the most part Rems. Night is just...too dark. To quiet. [She pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head; telling Remy not to worry won't help. Lying wasn't an option. So she remains honest as best she can.]

Your voice is not so very terrible.






Is it?
fleurdesel: left, sad, serious, angry, (Thinking this through)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-10 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
You've never heard my mother sing, then. [She manages a half smile and sits up fully. She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Not with what she's been seeing.]

I'll be fine Rems. Once you're settled I'll head out for the night.
fleurdesel: left, sad, serious, angry, (Thinking this through)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-12 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Were I any more comfortable, Rems, I would resemble your orange pet.

[She manages a wry chuff of a laugh, nudging Oliver with a foot. The orange tribble made a low noise and twitched a bit. Otherwise? nothing. It's easier to focus on the surreal nature of that bit of madness than it was the odd flickers in her own mind.

Of course that's when there was another odd flicker. She goes still. Locks up and glares a hole into the far wall. Not now. She's exhausted, Rems is tired, not now.]
fleurdesel: left, angry, work, tired (Work to be done)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-13 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[She can't quite stop it. The twisted shade of Gambit mocks her this time in a bloody heap and were she alone she'd swear. Rant at the wall. All these do now is leave her sick and angry-

But the familiar lifeline of Gambit's voice helps her pull herself back to the present. Adele blinks at the wall, scrubs her face, and sags back against the sofa with a muted swear.]


I...I know. I'm sorry Rems.
fleurdesel: left, irritated, tired, confused (Irritated)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-15 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't flinch under his hand, but he'll feel how knotted up and locked tight she was. Braced to fight or flee until the vision passes. Low, rough, frustrated she lets slip another swear, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

No one's fault. Just...wrong place, wrong time, yes?
fleurdesel: center, tired, sad (Some time to breathe)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-16 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It helps. More than she'll ever admit, the contact grounds her. She leans into it a little, like a cat, and sighs.]

Seems to be the only sort of luck I have in this place Rems.
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, confused, sarcastic (The punchline is...?)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-09-20 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
I think I will take you up on that Rems.

[She relaxes by inches, gradually slumping against the sofa. Not something she'll discuss, ever, what she sees. It's not something Remy needs to know.]

But not tonight. I have a date with a bottle of tequila, a terrible movie, and Pepper.